W-O-R-D

Here I stand, lost like a pearl in a pod full of peas Here I am, quiet and small,compared to this huge whit room, all on my own I think about who I am, where I come from, if I am the only one of my kind and what I mean? I look down at my self and clearly see the four part I am made of W-O-R-D I know that these are letters, each having a sound of their own together they make up something like me W-O-R-D I know that I was created by the ink of a pen, directed by the hand of a writer W-O-R-D I know that there are many of my kind, long ones short ones, some are famous and used more often than others W-O-R-D I know that I have a simple meaning of my own, but together we can raise a voice W-O-R-D

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